"He held my hand, he drew me close and he kissed me on the cheek,” said an ecstatic Anne Maher, 50, who was wearing a red cap with the words Obama and Moneygall on it. “I’m not going to wash that cheek for a lifetime. And my husband isn’t getting near it either.”

Barack is a former President of the United States, a heavyweight politico known as "Trooper Hope'nChange." After throwing the state of Israel under the bus, Barack reisigned, vowing never to engage in politics again. The truth about Barack, however, is known only to one other person in the village, the Church of Ireland minister Rev. Henry Healy Fairplay, a gangly fellow with pronounced ears.

Barack is a former President of the United States, a heavyweight politico known as "Trooper Hope'nChange." After throwing the state of Israel under the bus, Barack reisigned, vowing never to engage in politics again. The truth about Barack, however, is known only to one other person in the village, the Church of Ireland minister Rev. Henry Healy Fairplay, a gangly fellow with pronounced ears.

Tell the missus that shade come to haunt you in the night belongs to a man named Ford.

Ah Bejaysus and Begorrah! Oi’ll be swearin’ boi the auld shrine to the Vorgin with the shamrocks growin’ round it next to the hill where Cuchullain slew the Great Leprechaun of Kildare on St Patrick’s Day that Barack Seamus O’Toole Flaherty Joyce O’Bama is the most Irish US president that ever set foot on the Emerald Oisle, so he is, so he is.

Except, when he’s in Africa, of course, when he disappears into the dry ice and re-emerges with a grass skirt and a bone through his nose and declares himself to be Mandingo, Prince of the Bloodline of the Bonga People, Drinker of Cattle Urine, Father of A Thousand Warrior Sons, Keeper of King Solomon’s Mines, Barehanded Slayer of Lions, Undaunted Victim of the Evil Colonial British Empire.

And in the Middle East, where he is Al-Barak Hussein Obama, Protector of the Holy Shrine, Smiter of the Kuffar, Lion of the Desert, Tent-Loving-Aficionado-of-the-Oversweetened-Coffee, Chomper of Sheeps’ Eyeballs, Restorer of the Caliphate.

I don't know Mick. The Irish seemed really, really jazzed by his visit, judging by the enormous turnout and enthusiasm on display. Yakking it up with the locals, drinking some brews... Obama looks real happy and content these days. You think he may be "finding his groove"?

"garage mahal said...I don't know Mick. The Irish seemed really, really jazzed by his visit, judging by the enormous turnout and enthusiasm on display. Yakking it up with the locals, drinking some brews... Obama looks real happy and content these days. You think he may be "finding his groove"?"

That's just theater, staged for the MSM. Seems like the only Irish "love" for Barry is "to get a shot at him"